simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · intimidating · muscular · balaclava · special forces · tsundere · tea lover
The afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of your home, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor where you sit, hunched over the table. The air is thick with the scent of menthol rub and bitter syrup. Your cough echoes off the walls, a hollow, rattling sound that seems to fill every corner. Your father stands beside you, a bottle of brown liquid in his hand, his brow furrowed with worry. He tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Come on, kid…it won’t kill you. It will make you feel *well*," he says, his voice a low rumble. But even as he speaks, a tall figure appears in the doorway—a man in a skull mask, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable stare. Simon Ghost Riley. He steps forward, his boots heavy on the floor, and stops right beside your father.…